--the way i die.
11-06-2014, 04:59 PM
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teeth release him and he lands against the ground with an obvious thud. to anyone else it would have meant nothing but to a child as infantile as he it is an endless spiral downward and increment pain courses through him. eyes find this time far more appealing and he looks around in the darkness to find that in his pain he is a b a n d o n e d. a cry rises from his throat for it is too early for his lyrics to be of much sense. he cannot craft correct sentences yet. he only sings the mantra in his head. -mama. mama. she is gone. but why? the innocent child can feel the chill begin to devour him. he can feel the air around him tighten as the darkness becomes further consuming. this is treacherous and to a child it is deadly. cairus will surely perish. life ended before it can begin--and so be it. his corpse tightens around in itself clinging to the only warmth available (his one) and he devours all of it until it is gone. until again he can feel the cold creeping on his figure and much like a newborn he weeps and will continue to do so until his inevitable death
11-06-2014, 05:03 PM
Screams of pain... something was terribly wrong with a terrible little child. Poor thing. As a commoner, the harlot oft found herself drifting toward the battlefield, to obsevre fights and learning new techniques to use in her own fights, and well... this poor being was simply vulnerable. A coo escaped the inky lips of the harlot, approaching in an unthreatening manner. |
11-06-2014, 05:44 PM
Qanik
in defense of the innocent
Her oversized paws carried her at a steady pace as the struck the ground, returning from her task. She was deep in thought, reflecting on the fruits of her labors these early days as beta and looking forward to seeing her sons again, but the wailing of a newborn stopped her dead. Her head was flung up, eyes wide and wild, heard in her throat. Still caught up in thoughts of her own young children the cry momentarily sent an electric shock through her already-honed instincts and she half expected to see Shtiya racing toward her after having stuck his curious nose into something he shouldn't have.
It was not Shtiya - she had left him with the Solstice healer. Yet the cry continued to echo over her. Realizing her path had taken her into the battlefield Qanik was chilled. There was no plausible reason for an infant to be here. The child had been abandoned. Had she come to late to safe it from the elements? She leaped forward again, this time toward the cry, racing across the land before skidding to a halt near a scarred, purple-eyed white wolf curled around a small pup and Qanik, mother-bear instincts roused, bristled. She noted the scent of the wolf's pack, but she did not recognize it as an ally of her new pack. "Step away from the pup, please," she rumbled, her voice still polite and dignified despite the warning in it.
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cowardice is the only sin
11-06-2014, 05:49 PM
Generally she avoided this place, not super keen on the idea of fighting so she would slip and slither around the outskirts. That is. Until She heard the cries. Massive ears would prick and she would lift her skull curiously. A child? Here? Young too by the sounds of it. Dione had never been the motherly type but as of late she had found herself more and more drawn to the children. Maybe it was because she was two and had her first heat. Whew pas baby cravings? Lithe form would turn towards the sound and break into a gentle lope before she would come across a gathering. Mothers. One was a white woman she recognized from her alpha's mothers pack, another was a white woman that Dione had met not too long ago. The tiny green demon would slow, moving cautiously around Qanik and looking to the white woman seated before the child. She was a slave wasn't she? That was what Valentine had said. Red eyes would narrow dangerously. "Qanik?" Her greeting was soft despite the glare she held the white woman in. "Please remove yourself and allow real mothers discuss this?" Dione would hiss. She was not a biological mother like she knew Qanik was but she had Mercy, she knew the maternal instincts now. Tiny green woman would fluff and bristle, ready to fight to protect this child if need be.
TALK HERE
11-06-2014, 05:59 PM
Curiosity had her following the white girl out of the territory and towards the battlefield. Of places to travel when you first receive your freedom again... She didn't question it though, wanting to know what the girls plans were. But rather than watching a battle unfold, a far more curious scene unfolded. Several women had gathered, all spitting glares and subtle words at each other. Brows would lift as she approached, coming to stand beside her commoner. Lips peeled back in a vicious grin. Nostrils quivered, inhaling the scent of Solstice. Oh how perfect. "My dear, you would do well to refrain from bashing my wolves." Her stare was hungry, barely casting a glance towards the green woman who smelled curiously of her son. Perhaps a fellow ally from Imperium. Though it didn't matter if she stood against her, just because her son was her ally did not mean that his members got to do as they pleased. Nevermind that, she was far more interested in the Solstice member who stood before her. Somehwere in the back of her mind it registered that a tiny pup lay helpless between them all, death steadily creeping into his defenseless body. She could do this all day... "Burn Baby Burn" |
11-06-2014, 06:26 PM
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like the predators they were they came. fueled by instinct and primal desire they craved to claim they craved to take what they felt was rightfully theirs. The queens of the lands seeking a child to raise as their own it was a world of possession and this child would be broken into the ways of women. women who hungered for life to be survived by them. they were hungry, and he was unaware. ignorance was not always bliss. regardless, he registered the heat of someone he registers the warmth and presses his head hungrily towards the chest. a cry echoes out as more and more sounds surround him. he understands none of it. in his youth he raises his head staring at them and allowing fright to creep into his gaze. none of these are mama. yet they all wear the same expression. they all wear the same deepened eyes and bristling furs. he experiences fear. cairus can feel the terror grow in his chest...his stomach? what was it. his ears instinctively tucked behind his skull and his tail curled beneath his legs. he felt appreciative of the warmth being offered to him by the first white one, but he had a feeling it would be fleeting. he would be going home with...someone? what were they here for? he stares at each of them. quickly. inquisitively. terrifed.
11-06-2014, 06:35 PM